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There is no single thing... that is so cut and dried that one cannot attend to its secret whisper which says 'I am more than just my appearance'. If each object quivers with readiness to imply something other than itself, if each perception is a word in a poem dense with connotations, then the poet's selection of any given subject of speculation will become... a means of attuning himself to the rhythms and harmonies of reality at large. ... The notion of a network of correspondence is not an outmoded Romantic illusion: it represents a crucial intuition... ↗
A good poem is a tautology. It expands one word by adding a number which clarify it, thus making a new word which has never before been spoken. The seedword is always so ordinary that hardly anyone perceives it. Classical odes grow from and or because, romantic lyrics from but and if. Immature verses expand a personal pronoun ad nauseam, the greatest works bring glory to a common verb. Good poems, therefore, are always close to banality, over which, however, they tower like precipices. ↗
EL FANTASMA DE EDNA LIEBERMAN Te visitan en la hora más oscura todos tus amores perdidos. El camino de tierra que conducía al manicomio se despliega otra vez como los ojos de Edna Lieberman, como sólo podían sus ojos elevarse por encima de las ciudades y brillar. Y brillan nuevamente para ti los ojos de Edna detrás del aro de fuego que antes era el camino de tierra, la senda que recorriste de noche, ida y vuelta, una y otra vez, buscándola o acaso buscando tu sombra. Y despiertas silenciosamente y los ojos de Edna están allí. Entre la luna y el aro de fuego, leyendo a sus poetas mexicanos favoritos. ¿ y a Gilberto Owen, lo has leído?, dicen tus labios sin sonido, dice tu respiración y tu sangre que circula como la luz de un faro. Pero son sus ojos el faro que atraviesa tu silencio. Sus ojos que son como el libro de geografía ideal: los mapas de la pesadilla pura. Y tu sangre ilumina los estantes con libros, las sillas con libros, el suelo lleno de libros apilados. Pero los ojos de Edna sólo te buscan a ti. Sus ojos son el libro más buscado. Demasiado tarde lo has entendido, pero no importa. En el sueño vuelves a estrechar sus manos, y ya no pides nada. ↗
When I heard the learn’d astronomer; When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me; When I was shown the charts and the diagrams, to add, divide, and measure them; When I, sitting, heard the astronomer, where he lectured with much applause in the lecture-room, How soon, unaccountable, I became tired and sick; Till rising and gliding out, I wander’d off by myself, In the mystical moist night-air, and from time to time, Look’d up in perfect silence at the stars. ↗
No non-poetic account of reality can be complete. ↗
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